Heaven Is for Real: A Little Boy's Astounding Story of His Trip to Heaven and Back by Todd Burpo, Sonja Burpo, Lynn Vincent, Colton Burpo Read Free Book Online Page B
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short of an airlift that we could reach either one.
Thats when Sonja lost it. I cant do this anymore! she said and broke down in tears.
And right about then was when a group of people in our church decided it was time for some serious prayer. Church friends began making phone calls, and before long, around eighty people had driven over to Crossroads Wesleyan for a prayer service. Some were in our congregation and some from other churches, but they had all come together to pray for our son.
Brad Dillan called me on my cell to tell me what was going on. What, specifically, can we pray for? he asked.
Feeling a little odd about it, I told him what Dr. OHolleran had said would be a good sign for Colton. So that night might be the only time in recorded history that eighty people gathered and prayed for someone to pass gas!
Of course, they also prayed for a break in the weather so that we could get to Denver, and they prayed for healing too. But within an hour, the first prayer was answered!
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Around 9 a.m., Dr. OHolleran came in to check on his patient. When he saw Colton up, smiling and chipper, and playing with his action figures, the doctor was speechless. For a long moment, he actually just stood and stared. Astonished, he examined Colton and then scheduled another round of tests to be triple-sure that Coltons insides were on the mend. This time, Colton literally skipped all the way to the CT scan lab.
We stayed in the hospital another day and a half just to be certain Coltons turnaround stuck. During those thirty-six hours, it seemed we had more nurses in and out than usual. Slowly, one at a time and in pairs, they would slip into the roomand each time, their reaction was the same: they just stood and stared at our little boy.
ELEVEN COLTON BURPO, COLLECTION AGENT
After we got home from the hospital, we slept for a week. Okay, Im exaggeratingbut not much. Sonja and I were completely drained. It was like we had just been through a seventeen-day almost-car-crash. Our wounds werent visible on the outside, but the soul-tearing worry and tension had taken its toll.
One evening about a week after we got home, Sonja and I were standing in the kitchen talking about money. She stood over a portable table next to our microwave, sorting through the enormous stack of mail that had accumulated during Coltons hospital stay. Each time she opened an envelope, she jotted down a number on a sheet of paper lying on the counter. Even from where I stood leaning against the cabinets on the opposite side of the kitchen, I could see that the column of figures was getting awfully long.
Finally, she clicked the pen closed and laid it on the counter. Do you know how much money I need to pay the bills this week?
As both the family and business bookkeeper, Sonja asked me that question regularly. She worked part-time as a teacher so we had that steady income, but it was a relatively small stream. My pastors salary was also small, cobbled together from the tithes of a small but faithful congregation. So the bulk of the earning came from our garage-door business, and that income waxed and waned with the seasons. Every couple of weeks, she presented me with the figuresnot only on household bills but on business payables. Now there were also several massive hospital bills.
I performed a rough tally in my head and offered her a guess. Probably close to $23,000, right?
Yep, she said, and sighed.
It might as well have been a million bucks. With me unable to work the garage-door jobs because of my broken leg and then the hyperplasia, we had already burned through our savings. Then, just when I was getting back into full swing, Coltons illness hit, knocking me out of work for nearly another month. We had about as much chance of coming up with $23,000 as we did of winning the lottery. And since we dont play the lottery, those chances were zero.
Do you have any receivables? Anything due you can collect? Sonja
Thats when Sonja lost it. I cant do this anymore! she said and broke down in tears.
And right about then was when a group of people in our church decided it was time for some serious prayer. Church friends began making phone calls, and before long, around eighty people had driven over to Crossroads Wesleyan for a prayer service. Some were in our congregation and some from other churches, but they had all come together to pray for our son.
Brad Dillan called me on my cell to tell me what was going on. What, specifically, can we pray for? he asked.
Feeling a little odd about it, I told him what Dr. OHolleran had said would be a good sign for Colton. So that night might be the only time in recorded history that eighty people gathered and prayed for someone to pass gas!
Of course, they also prayed for a break in the weather so that we could get to Denver, and they prayed for healing too. But within an hour, the first prayer was answered!
Heaven is for real
Page: 18
Around 9 a.m., Dr. OHolleran came in to check on his patient. When he saw Colton up, smiling and chipper, and playing with his action figures, the doctor was speechless. For a long moment, he actually just stood and stared. Astonished, he examined Colton and then scheduled another round of tests to be triple-sure that Coltons insides were on the mend. This time, Colton literally skipped all the way to the CT scan lab.
We stayed in the hospital another day and a half just to be certain Coltons turnaround stuck. During those thirty-six hours, it seemed we had more nurses in and out than usual. Slowly, one at a time and in pairs, they would slip into the roomand each time, their reaction was the same: they just stood and stared at our little boy.
ELEVEN COLTON BURPO, COLLECTION AGENT
After we got home from the hospital, we slept for a week. Okay, Im exaggeratingbut not much. Sonja and I were completely drained. It was like we had just been through a seventeen-day almost-car-crash. Our wounds werent visible on the outside, but the soul-tearing worry and tension had taken its toll.
One evening about a week after we got home, Sonja and I were standing in the kitchen talking about money. She stood over a portable table next to our microwave, sorting through the enormous stack of mail that had accumulated during Coltons hospital stay. Each time she opened an envelope, she jotted down a number on a sheet of paper lying on the counter. Even from where I stood leaning against the cabinets on the opposite side of the kitchen, I could see that the column of figures was getting awfully long.
Finally, she clicked the pen closed and laid it on the counter. Do you know how much money I need to pay the bills this week?
As both the family and business bookkeeper, Sonja asked me that question regularly. She worked part-time as a teacher so we had that steady income, but it was a relatively small stream. My pastors salary was also small, cobbled together from the tithes of a small but faithful congregation. So the bulk of the earning came from our garage-door business, and that income waxed and waned with the seasons. Every couple of weeks, she presented me with the figuresnot only on household bills but on business payables. Now there were also several massive hospital bills.
I performed a rough tally in my head and offered her a guess. Probably close to $23,000, right?
Yep, she said, and sighed.
It might as well have been a million bucks. With me unable to work the garage-door jobs because of my broken leg and then the hyperplasia, we had already burned through our savings. Then, just when I was getting back into full swing, Coltons illness hit, knocking me out of work for nearly another month. We had about as much chance of coming up with $23,000 as we did of winning the lottery. And since we dont play the lottery, those chances were zero.
Do you have any receivables? Anything due you can collect? Sonja
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